There was that old jacaranda,
which they had lopped back
before its season of blue,
perhaps for the very purpose
of preventing
it. But, although
deformed and angular
in its present state, the painter
was made to visualize the divine tree
in its intensity of blue, wrapped
in shawls of it, standing in pools of it ...
Then Blue reached down, and
yanked the Jew up ...
So, in his mind, Alf loaded
with panegyric blue
the tree from which the women
were lowering
their Lord.
And the flowers of the tree
lay at its roots in pools of deepening
blue ...
Patrick White
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